chapter 4: revelation continued

“Four hundred sixty-three point nine pounds” the scale chimed

“Holy FUCK!” Amanda exclaimed. “I’m obese! I’m a whale! I’m fucking HUGE!” she shrieked.

Suddenly her mind was emerging from the hormone filled fog she had been in for the past 45 minutes. “Jesus this is crazy, I can’t believe it! What is this? Was I drugged? Am I hallucinating this?” Suddenly one name entered her mind: Ruby. Waddling hurriedly out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen, floors creaking loudly under her heavy footsteps, Amanda snatched up her purse. “Three missed calls and some text messages….” she said aloud, looking at her call history. “All from Ruby…”

She moved over to the text messages, there were several long ones which were all from Ruby as well explaining that she knows Amanda had been to the shop that night, and essentially not to be mad at her for giving her so few details but that it was necessary - if she told Amanda what it was she would never have believed her. The messages implored her to call her back whenever she saw them, and she noted that the most recent one sent about 15 minutes ago simply asked “so how’s it all going???” Amanda brought up Ruby on her contacts page and gave her a call back.

“OKAY so PLEASE don’t be mad at me!!!” the familiar voice at the other end of the line said upon answering.

“What the FUCK Ruby? What the fuck is this?” Amanda asked bluntly.

“Alright, so I was introduced to this the same way you were, I know what you’re going through and all, but all I can say I don’t worry and that your life just got a whole lot better…” Ruby exclaimed

“What did they do to me?” Amanda demanded.

“I’m not even sure what it is or how it works, some sort of mystical force...I dunno, it sounds so ridiculous but...wait, please tell me you’ve tried it…” Ruby answered.

“Oh I’ve tried it. I’m standing here in my kitchen, a 463 pound manitee, and I want to know how the fuck that’s even possible!” Amanda whisper-shouted, careful not to allow her voice to carry outside of her apartment walls.

“Heh...heh heh…so you did try it?” Ruby chuckled back almost menacingly.

“Explain.” Amanda said back.

“Like I said, I can’t really explain it because I don’t know HOW it works, I just know that it works. That idol they gave you is linked to you now. You rub its belly and you’ll grow fatter. You tap it’s head three times and you’ll return to the normal you. It’s as simple as that.” Ruby explained.

Amanda took a long pause to try and calm down and think this through. She had a lot of conflicting feelings going through her head. She felt almost betrayed and lied to by Ruby, she was at a loss to explain the mysterious workings of the idol, but she had also just had the most cathartic experience of her entire life. Just standing there on the phone she was still feeling her body up and down, and she had not ceased to feel aroused since the shower. She took a deep breath as Ruby started calling out “are you there Mandy? C’mon don’t be like that!”

“Yeah, I’m still here” she responded. “I...look I just need a little bit of time to process this…” she managed to say.

“That’s understandable, trust me, I know what it’s like. Why don’t you go and enjoy yourself or try to get some sleep and whenever you’re ready just give me another call...okay?” said Ruby

“Sure... thanks” Amanda choked out, her eyes welling up a bit with tears.

Pressing the button to hang up Amanda took stock of her situation. She was obese, she seemed to have an idol that would make her fatter. Allegedly she could return to a normal size as well. She determined that it would probably be important to test that functionality sooner than later, as panic gripped her at the thought of being stuck like this for work on Monday. Waddling back to the bathroom, she picked up the idol and, staring in the mirror once again, tapped its head three times. This time a cold chill took over her entire body and she couldn’t help but shiver slightly. She watched in the mirror as her cellulite dimples smoothed out, her rolls and flab sucked inward, her skin tightened up, her face emerged from the pile of lard which had begun to consume it, her cheekbones and jawline returned, her breasts lost all sag, and her pussy came back within view. She felt light as a feather and extremely maneuverable, and tapped her foot on the scale, climbing aboard once again.

“One hundred thirty point one pounds” it read aloud.

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t going to be trapped in her fatter body. She couldn’t explain it, and maybe it wasn’t important to explain it, but after years of being terrified of going through with getting fat, she now had the ability to expand to an immense size along with the convenience of not having to deal with the social embarrassment of actually getting fat. She began once again grinning from ear to ear, she was actually giddy like a kid on christmas who had just been given the only gift they could have ever wanted. She looked up at her body in the mirror and her hand traced her flat abs wistfully. Her grin turned naughty, and she picked up the idol and furiously began rubbing its belly once again. She stopped and rubbed slower, expanding until she was roughly at the size she was before. Her pussy began lubricating itself again as she stepped onto the scale.

“Four hundred seventy-eight point four pounds” the scale chimed.

“Oh Amanda!” she moaned to herself playfully. “You’ve been such a greedy hog, haven’t you?” she chuckled, waddling out of the bathroom, and down the hall to her bedroom. The emotional rollercoaster since she got home had cut through her buzz and with the extra weight pulling down on her, she very suddenly felt extremely tired. Her mattress groaned and creaked loudly as she slowly eased her enormous body onto it. She had a double bed to herself, but with her increased girth, she was now taking up a pretty good portion of it. She placed her idol on the nightstand beside her, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.